Novel & Cerita Femdom Book

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

Some people have contracts where they are in a Dom/sub relationship whereas others like me stay single and have one night stands. It's a little more difficult for me to find doms because I'm female to male transgender. I've had top surgery but not bottom so I still have a front hole. The testosterone I take has made my former clit grow to be an inch long so the doms I get with just refer to it as my dick. Majority are very accepting, although there are some assholes but Marcus deals with them. He's the Master Dom of the club, he's in charge and looks out for everyone.

But he liked it when a consenting woman showed a hint of apprehension, which was not the same as fear. The real pleasure for him as a Dom was being with a woman who trusted him completely but didn't necessarily trust herself to give in to the pleasure right away. The woman's inner struggle to finally let go was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. If Little Mac wanted to go to Russia, she had to prove she could take anything and surrender to the feelings she hid within herself.

“Here, in my domain, I claim you fully. No more teasing. No holding back. You are mine, body, blood, and soul for eternity.” Lila’s heart hammered. The supernatural pull that had drawn her to him in the library intensified tenfold within these walls. It felt like invisible threads wrapping around her limbs, her mind, her core, urging her to surrender. She reached for him, fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. “Damien… I want this. I want you.” A low, feral growl rumbled from his chest. He removed his clothes, his cock already leaking precum at the tip. He crawled over her like a predator, caging her beneath him.

I asked, tracing my hand down to his awakened length. *So fucking responsive and easy,* I thought. His cock jumped in my grip, and his neck and face became flushed by the second. “You are serious.” “Deadly,” I replied, a dark hunger coloring my voice. “Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?” he asked. “I can dominate you any night I want, but right now I need you to bend me over and fuck me raw. I want to feel this cock owning me. Claiming what’s yours.”

“Well then, you’re going to have them with me. Every single day with me as your dominant and you…. As my submissive… “ He told her. She was now trapped with him and now, she is his submissive and him… her dominant. THIS BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT AND ABUSE. IF YOU CAN'T STAND ANY MENTION ABOVE, THEN KINDLY PASS.

Now that he was buried deep inside me, thrusting hard, I knew this was the missing piece I had been looking for. If only he weren’t so stubborn and hard-headed, we wouldn’t ever get into a heated argument that could break us apart. He drove himself deeper while I wrapped my arms around his neck, head tipping back in pure ecstasy. My breasts bounced with every powerful thrust, skin slapping against skin. “Claire…” he groaned my name, and even though I could barely hear him clearly, I loved it—the way he sounded when he fucked me. He might not realize it, but the best part of my life is when he dominates me like this. Not because I’m afraid of Liam Raul King… but because I like it.

“But first… let’s make our little bride come again while she’s stuffed full of family cock. Make her scream for us, Zoya. Let Uncle Victor hear how loud you get when you’re being used like a proper family whore.” I was completely lost — moaning, drooling, shaking — utterly surrendered to the two powerful men using me so filthily on my wedding night. My mind had gone hazy with pleasure, shame, and overwhelming need. I had never felt more filthy… or more dangerously alive. Dom gathered fresh wetness from my dripping pussy, coating his fingers thoroughly before sliding them back to my tight, untouched asshole. He rubbed the slick pad of one finger in slow, teasing circles around the sensitive r

My heart is pounding with each step and when I open my bedroom door, the bedroom we planed to be our love nest when we got married, Fred was on fours on the bed, fucking a big breasted blondie, while a huge black woman, all dressed in leather, had a dildo up his anus. Stop this derailed train that I want to get down! Fred tries to cover himself in bed and the dominatrix complains with him, kicking his ass with her hight heel shoe. “What the fuck, man? You paid a lot for both, you didn’t say anything about fucking this girl, you either pay more or I’m out.” Fred sits on the bed and raises his hands to his head, as if he didn’t believe he was caught red handed, trying to explain the inexplicab

He fucked up into her hard and steady, every upward slam forcing a broken sound from her throat while Federico continued rubbing her swollen clit and the other two kept their mouths on her breasts. “You belong to us,” Luciano growled against her ear. “Say it.” “I—ah—I belong to you—” “Louder.” “I belong to you!” They moved her between them with ruthless efficiency. Federico took her next, bending her over the edge of the bed and slamming into her from behind in long, punishing strokes. Lorenzo stepped in front of her and pushed his thick cock past her lips. She choked and moaned around him as Federico pounded into her, one hand fisted tightly in her hair, controlling the angle. The wet sound